It seems so long ago

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit.

Thanks to several people this past week, for talking until 3 a.m., for chasing me down Wednesday night, and for not telling on me. I don't think I've ever said thank you.
I'm starting to find people fascinate me more and more. I love watching people.

I hate being impatient. But I hate waiting. STOP MAKING ME WAIT!!!
I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories would whisper: "Here is where you rest."
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

So now that we're all good with that, we're good. I wish I wasn't crazy. And Doreen Sorenson got manslaughter. That was that case we went to. I'm happy for that. I thought she seemed nice. I didn't want her to get second degree murder. And as a last piece of advice, get off the computer and go for a walk. It's a beautiful day.